Into the Labyrinth
Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks I’ll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I’m takin’ a trip mates
And I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s Green
Daring to Thrive
I feel a sense of optimism and personal expansion today, taking root and stretching toward the sun. It’s a good feeling, and I’m going to savor it as long as I can.
Red Sky at Night
I had a dream about dad
That we were sailing
on a sunny spring day
with a hint of cool breeze,
the smell of wet and growing earth in the air
I could feel the wind
and hear him laugh
as we made our way
along some of the rivers
and small lakes of Michigan,
looking at the high water
and new passages
created by the spring thaw
It was a happy dream,
but thinking about it
makes me a little bit sad
Crossing the Bar
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
One of dad’s suncatchers, which used to look out on his backyard,
now resides in my back window, looking over the West Virginia hills.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
—e e cummings
One month to the day since the funeral, the locket I ordered arrived. Now it contains some of dad’s ashes; as a reminder of how much he cared, how much he was loved, and how much he will be missed. He lived a full life, and he was a big part of my life; his influence will linger long after his passing.